Walk In My Stiletto Shoes!

Chapter Six- Are You Happy Now?

The weekend flew by so fast! I decided to stay home and enjoy a completely quiet weekend. I ignored my phone. I honestly couldn't believe it was Sunday night. My mother should be arriving home any minute now. I realized I would have to talk to her eventually. I mean, I couldn't avoid her forever, she's my mother. As for right now, I had to decide "WHEN?" When was I going to talk to my mother? When was I going to listen to Drakes explanation and whatever else he has to say? When am I going to quit hiding from everyone? WHEN?

"Tonight's the night," I said to myself as I stood in my bedroom mirror. I sent Drake a text. 

Me: When do you wanna meet so you can get your stuff?

I set my phone on my dresser and walked to my closet. Opening it up a few of Drake's sweaters, a pair of his comfy pants and a couple T-Shirts were all I seen. Each piece of clothing had it's own memory. However the blue sweater, was the memory that brought us here. The sweater I wore the night of the party. All of mine had been dirty and I didn't know how cold it was until I was in Drake's car.

I took his clothes out of my closet and threw them on the floor. Then, I walked over to my large T.V stand. There I found two of Drake's school books, his water bottle, his movie card, and an envelope. I looked inside and found a bunch of pictures of him and I. Some were from Elementary school, Junior High and a couple from High School. Others were ones we had taken during summer vacations and spring breaks. Drake and I usually went everywhere together. If he was going more than an hour away, I went with him. As he always went with me as well.  At the very back of the envelope was a picture I had given him of me as a baby. I was roughly two. My father was lingering in the background making faces at the camera. I added all of this stuff to the pile on the floor. Then I stepped back and looked at it. " A pile of memories i'll never forget," I said out loud. Just then my phone went off.

Drake: Why?

Me: After Friday night, Drake. There's no way our friendship can carry on. You convinced me to go to that stupid party, left me as soon as I walked in the door after promising me you wouldn't leave my side, completely ignored your phone all night, then show up in the room I was trying to sleep in drunk as could be, and way to drunk to drive me home like you said you would. I know you were on something too, Drake. Cause the way you were acting and what you did, I know you would never of done sober. I ran into you brother that night too. You looked just like him! So congratulations Drake, your officially just like him! Is that what you were aiming for? Don't you think i've been threw enough? Obviously not since you raped your so called best friend. I'm done Drake, you can come get your stuff or i'll burn it. I have nothing else to say to you.

I read the text over a couple times and pressed send. Maybe the text was a little bit more harsher then I had planned, but oh well. I got my feelings out.

I bagged up Drake's things and set the bag in my front porch with his name on it. I sat around in my room for an hour. Expecting to hear something back from Drake. My phone never went off. Other than Jenn inboxing me on Facebook again. She wanted to know if I was going to school Monday. I half smiled and got off my bed. The answer was yes. I was going to start living again. I know it's what my father would want. Taking a week off of school would put a huge downfall in my grades. My dad would be so upset, I would never hear the end of it. So I found my outfit, and headed for the shower.

Once I got out, I was in a somewhat better mood. No one was going to ruin my night. I was going to relax, and enjoy myself, then be off to school in the morning. 

Then I heard a car door, followed my another. I went to my window and saw my mothers car. It was better then it being Drake's. Was my only thought.  Looking out my window I saw James was with my mother. They were taking stuff out of the back seat. It looked like suitcases.